by Docsynic

Created on: April 07, 2009

Sullenly I stare into darkness,

And ponder this fruitless plight,

To escape all that overwhelms me,

As if it were my right.

I suffer -we all do,

It is painful,

And it is true,

That it could be destiny,

Just following through.

That all we are given,

Is taken away.

That all our tomorrows,

Promise graver days.

As so,

Sullenly, I stare at the darkness,

And ponder this fruitless plight,

To escape all that overwhelms me,

As if it were my right.

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